Is there a mess in your home too? In your garage? In your basement? How about in your car? Your work or school bag?
My messes look different in different parts of my life. For instance, the mess in my new apartment is all about boxes I have no idea where to unpack. The mess in my body is from lack of needed TLC and sleep. The mess in my mind and soul is from going going going too fast these last weeks. And I don’t even want to tell you about relationships with people I love who I have neglected these last months.
The good news is that no mess is beyond repair. If my messy apartment can be ordered, and my overtired body can be revived, then certainly the deeper messes can also be tenderly and gracefully brought back to life.
I love seeing something broken beyond repair redeemed; something broken into pieces become beautiful again.
I have to keep reminding myself to be patient with this new chapter. Over and over, I told myself today, “I’m going to be OK with this mess”. Then I left the mess and went out for several hours to discover new places near by. I came home with way too many groceries and new candles I don’t really need. But I also came home with a renewed sense of a fresh mind and spirit.
Perhaps next time, I will show you more open spaces in my apartment. And perhaps not. I will choose to be ok with some chaos. I can not be in control always. I will release the pressure by embracing the fall.
I am looking for a soft landing….
After a very long and tiring week, we made it! A week ago Sunday, we packed everything into boxes, except a small suitcase of clothing for each of us – just in case we couldn’t find our own boxes.
Sure enough, I ended up wearing the same three outfits, washed and worn over and over for the last 8 days.
Here’s the recap: Moving day looked like this.
Between 7 am and noon, the little house was packed up and by 5:30, the new apartment high in the sky, received us and our gazillion boxes.
My husband and I just watched as a group of 5 men came and wrapped all of our earthly possessions and took them on the interstate to our new home in the City.
The first few days looked like this.
After a week of everything being new, we are beginning to find our new normal.
We are doing laundry again. We are no longer eating only take out. And we are drinking tea from our own tea cups.
People are as kind high up in the sky as they are down on the ground. We even have tv, internet and telephone.
Best of all, we have each other. The best is yet to come. Suburb to City Life is going to get very fun!
This is a story that has been playing out in the mix of a big move. Late last fall we visited a reclaimed wood seller and came home with a beautiful piece of old timber. I wasn’t sure if we would ever do anything with it.
I was wrong.
Little by little this 3 inch thick piece of rough loveliness went from one state to another to yet another.
Before I knew it, my sweet husband was sanding it. Two days ago, we were waxing it.
It goes with us to our new home to accompany our farmhouse table, in hopes of gathering many special people.
Remember – this move is about people. And love.
Thank you honey. For your love and commitment to us. Can’t wait to see many seats on this beautiful bench.
Orders can be taken after April 1rst. 😘
Weekend moments here and there. Old and new overlap and I am not sure where I belong today.
I don’t usually have a loss of words, but today there isn’t much to say.
I am moving through it with my chin high and my heart full of memories, love and 5 year old like secret fears of the unknown kindergarten classroom.
More tomorrow. ❤️
It has been a challenging few weeks. One apartment we had our hearts set on, fell through. Even after giving everything but our DNA sample on the application, the answer was no. Someone else got the yes.
So we went back to the drawing board and visited a dozen homes this past week with our Realtor. Apartment after apartment – I felt nothing. Even those which were nice to see, seemed like the wrong space for us to do life in.
Finally on the last day, there was a moment when everything aligned and we walked in and knew right away it was the right one. By the next morning, we had a yes. Totally not what I expected. Totally not where I expected. But here we were handed a beautiful gift. All we needed to do was say “yes”.
This delay produced our yes. Yet the process to get here was challenging. Moments of the actual move over the next two weeks. Please come back and visit.
Our jungle gym has a new home! It is set up in a sweet young family’s yard. And so, yesterday a crew came to deconstruct it and take it to be loved by new babies. A good power washing will make it look as good as new, but this day, it did not look so good. I was mesmerized as I watched the monument of my kid’s childhood walk out of my yard. There were no sentimental visions of my kids playing as the jungle gym exited from view, but the fact was that it looked tired, had become stained, and was in need of serious TLC. Its odd that I did not need to tell myself to move on and let it go through tears and sadness. Instead, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it until the truck was out of sight. Why is it that until the “jungle gyms” in my life actually walk out, I hold onto them for dear life? A close friend of mine lost everything in her home due to a terrible disaster. I spoke to her shortly after and I asked her if she was able to save anything. She told me that although it would have been nice to have the photos and the trophies from her kids’ childhood, it was far better to have them all alive and well, AND – the memories will be even sweeter now without the photos.A new chapter is on the horizon and the countdown has begun.
Don’t hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be.